Yes, endotrophectoderm is a real word.

I'm having major angst about graduating.

I find myself waking up in the middle of the night, covered in a cold sweat, screaming No! No, I'm too young to graduate!

After three years, my undergraduate career is coming to an end. While it seems unfair and premature to finish after only three years, I also feel as though it's impossible to deny that the show's over. We are all packing up, looking forward to bright and exciting futures, too distracted and troubled to be able to focus on anything concrete like, say, school work.

So. I am going to pretend that I've matured and learned important Life Lessons during my time in Montreal, that I am now a B.Sc. graduate and not completely worthless. I will put my framed diploma on my wall and gaze at it as I try to remember what, exactly, an endotrophectoderm is. I will convince myself that without the vibrant city life-style, without the snails and the fabulous hairdresser, without the witty, intellectual and inspirational friends, I am still Victoria.

How much of your personality is dependent on your surroundings? Will moving back to D.C. induce a regression-- will I mysteriously sprout braces and develop an awkward, adolescent gait?